Coming Home: Worship as Return to Rhythm

Rooted in Psalm 84:1–2

There’s something about fall, isn’t there?

The air shifts—just a little—and suddenly everything starts to settle.
Not in a bad way, more like… exhale.
The crazy pace of summer slows. Routines find their way back in.
And even though it means earlier mornings and packed calendars, there’s a rhythm to it that feels grounding.

Honestly? I kind of crave it. ( I love my routines.)
Not just the routine, but something deeper. A reset.
A way to re-center my heart after the scattered feeling summer sometimes leaves behind.

And every year, right around this time, this verse from Psalm 84 echoes in me:

“How lovely is your dwelling place, O LORD of Heaven’s Armies.
I long, yes, I faint with longing to enter the courts of the LORD.
With my whole being, body and soul, I will shout joyfully to the living God.” (Psalm 84:1–2, NLT)

That is such a beautiful way to describe worship.
Not as a duty—but as longing.
Like the psalmist is homesick for God.

I find that when I get to the end of a vacation or a trip I look forward to the comfort and familiarity of my own house.

I’ve felt that about God too. That deep ache to just be with Him again.
Not in a rush. Not with a checklist. Just… in His presence.

Coming Home to Rhythm

Somehow, worship has a way of bringing us back there.
Not just the singing kind (though that helps), but the quiet moments too—when we open His Word, or whisper a prayer in the car, or sit still long enough to notice His nearness.

I honestly have a lot of worship time when I walk my dog in the morning around our yard. Things are quiet. 

Now that it is fall, the mornings are peaceful, cool, and covered in a fog or dew.

It’s funny how easy it is to drift.
Even when we know better. Even when we love Him.
Life pulls hard, and sometimes worship becomes something we squeeze in, instead of something we settle into. That happens to me in the summer. Maybe it is the longer days and the summer heat. I feel an urgency to do lots of things.

But then fall comes.
And it gently nudges us back to my slower morning and cup of coffee with a blanket.
Back to the rhythms that hold us.
Back to the One who never moved, even when we did.

For me, when I’m walking my dog or looking out the window, that’s what worship is, at its heart:
Coming home.

Not to a church building or a perfect playlist, but a realignment. A remembering of:

• Who He is.
• Who we are.
• Where we truly belong.

So if your soul’s been feeling scattered or tired—or just out of step—maybe this is your invitation.
Not to do more, but to return.
To let worship become a rhythm again.

Not one more thing on the to-do list.
Just something steady, sacred, and more real.

This Week’s Rooted Challenge

If your soul could use a little re-grounding, here’s a gentle place to start:

1. Pick one new worship rhythm for this fall.
   
   • Maybe it’s joining a small group.
     
   • Starting a simple devotional before the day begins.
     
   • Or setting aside a weekly prayer walk—just you and God and a little fresh air.
     
2. Whatever it is, make it small enough to be doable, and meaningful enough to matter.
   
3. Stick with it through Thanksgiving.
   Not forever. Just long enough to let it settle in. See what God does with it.
   
4. And maybe pray this little prayer this week:
   “Lord, I want to come home. Let worship re-center me in You again.”
   

Let this season bring you back.
Let W.O.R.S.H.I.P. be the rhythm that gently draws you home.

About Tiffany Colter
Tiffany Colter is a Christian writer, business strategist, and mentor who has spent more than two decades guiding others through life’s transitions with faith and purpose. Whether through homeschooling her children, coaching writers and entrepreneurs, or writing words that point people back to hope, she believes deeply in the power of everyday obedience to transform lives. Her heart beats for helping others live boldly in their calling—rooted in truth, anchored in grace.